standing on the morning sand he looked into the depth of me and felt the strength of undertow pulling ever close to me a tender touch upon my face a fleeting moment come and gone just the way he touched me with his hand a happiness I'd never known a tender stroke of love divine will last me for the rest of time
[This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 12-09-1999).]
Elizabeth this took me back in time. I once experienced a touch like this. To experience it once more would be bliss, but your words help bring back to my life the things I miss. Thanks so much. I love it.
This is very, very good. It has the quality of truth about it, and truth has a ring to it that is difficult to hide or disguise. Write more like this . . . simple thoughts, vivid word pictures. Bully for you.
Member Rara Avis